Nia Mitchell was dumbfounded. "I’m afraid you can’t afford the bill!" Nia Mitchell came up with that excuse on the spot, stuttering as she lied. After she finished speaking, her heart was in her throat, fearing that Fiona Sutton wouldn’t believe her. She really couldn’t think of any other excuses. "It’s just a one-time luxury; we can afford that." If she ate here a few more times, she’d be ruined. "If you’re really worried about it, you can eat less and order cheaper things." Fiona Sutton squeezed out a full-faced smile. Nia Mitchell felt like she was bleeding internally. Fiona Sutton really hadn’t changed a bit. The quiet inside the taxi lasted less than two minutes; the taxi had already stopped in front of Madgar Pavilion. After paying the taxi fare, Fiona Sutton pulled Nia Mitchell into the restaurant. The waiter swiftly opened the door for them, showing no peculiar expression when he saw Nia Mitchell. Not far away, Evelyn Peary happened to pass by. Upon seeing Nia Mitchell and Fiona Sutton, she simply turned and left without a word, continuing on her way. Seeing this, Nia Mitchell finally felt at ease. "We came early; there are still many empty seats." Fiona Sutton pulled Nia Mitchell to an empty seat, sat down, and picked up the menu on the table. Nia Mitchell didn’t hesitate and readily took the menu. "The Dimsum here is delicious, but you can’t have it as a main course. I’ll have what you have." Nia Mitchell handed the menu to Fiona Sutton. Hmm, the prices on there were shocking. Fiona Sutton flipped through the menu. Wow, this really is expensive! Madgar Pavilion certainly lives up to its name. "I want Salmon Pasta, Italian Cranberry Crisp, and Cocoa Waffle. What about you?" Nia Mitchell thought for a while. "I don’t want the Italian Cranberry Crisp; replace it with Italian Protein Berry Ice Cream." Fiona Sutton nodded, marked their selections on the menu, then called the waiter over and handed it to him. After ordering, Nia Mitchell sat there bored. The Grand Gate of Madgar Pavilion opened again. Maxwell Peary entered, his face dark and expressionless as usual. "Young Master Peary." Almost everyone at Madgar Pavilion knew that Young Master Peary was the boss’s brother, but he rarely came here. Recently, however, he had shown up multiple times, with increasing frequency. "Young Master Peary, this way, please." After opening the door, the waiter turned and was about to lead Maxwell Peary to a Private Room. Maxwell Peary stopped and immediately spotted Nia Mitchell. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩 "No need. I’ll sit over there." Maxwell Peary pointed to the empty table next to Nia Mitchell and, after speaking, went over and sat down. The waiter was shocked, not expecting Maxwell Peary to pull such a stunt. No way! Young Master Peary always heads straight for the Private Room. Why today...? Nia Mitchell sat in her seat, staring at Maxwell Peary as if she’d seen a ghost. Holy crap! CEO Peary, what on earth are you doing?! Nia Mitchell looked at Maxwell Peary with a bitter smile, her eyes filled with pleading. Maxwell Peary was quite displeased. That girl’s expression... is she begging me not to go over? Begging me not to reveal that we know each other? His face darkened, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Nia Mitchell’s pleading gaze. "What are you looking at?" Fiona Sutton finally noticed that something was wrong with Nia Mitchell and turned her head to look in the direction of Nia’s gaze. What kind of man was that? As if he descended from the heavens, the man exuded a chillingly stern aura, and his Felix Gregory body seemed as if covered by a layer of frost. His masterfully sculpted, domineering eyebrows were exceptionally striking. His pair of eagle eyes made it difficult for people to meet his gaze directly. His entire being exuded the mature charm of a successful man.